An incomplete drunken stupor song

I dream, i fly

in the world round and round

but these shackles 

they keep me tethered to the ground

i wait i wait i wait

for the bells to toll

i wait i wait

i wait for the night to go

the sun will rise

upon the earth

the sweet wind will blow

the trees will sway

the wind shall say

dont worry - go with the flow

and i...

will love you

and i...

will love you

the lights they shine

up in the sky

they spell a ray hope

and you ain't here

Ur fragrance near

the thought turns to smoke

yet i 

will love you

though i 

will love you

Divinity

The serene waters beckon...

the sufferings washed away

in the glorious tide of Ecstasy

cleansing off of all that is turgidly dark

washing away despair

and germinating a new hope that 

speaks a thousand wonders

care to listen into the hymn

and dance to the music of happiness

bathe us in your pious glory...

in the serene waters that beckon

Specks on Canvas

I sway before the might
I am rooted transfixed, mesmerised
At the unwavering uncertainty
Being portrayed before me
Of the ever changing sands of time
Continually carving the facade of life
I marvel and sulk at the inevitability
And rejoice in the new
Change undeniably tied to existence
Reminds me of a speck
That you and I are on this canvas
Change what you can - what you will
And imprint upon this canvas
An indelible impression of a Speck
that was...

Live...Love...Life

I breathe in the crisp night air

look up at the stars

shining placidly overhead

and marvel at the simplicity of this affair

This affair called living

because as i stand here i live

and not merely exist 

far from the mill a-churning

I cease and look at the splendour

a feast to the eyes and the senses

as the waves lightly lap at my feet

its a marvelous candour

Snatching time from entropy

the part that is the most difficult

or so we are led to believe - believe me

its simple psychology

Find what you love

Love what you find

dance when others dance

& Sing

revel in the blessing of nature

Live...Love...Life

Please expidite...

I have this rather quaint but pertinent feeling of a nagging thought. It stems from the fact that i don't pray.

OK, i do pray - not that i don't; but it is not complete - its not half hearted - but its not complete either.

So acknowledging the love for my God remains unfulfilled after a few days. Which in turn disturbs me.

I let the devil called laziness take over, its an irritating situation as such with no solution except for reigning oneself in.